Fated To Three, And I Broke Them All novel Chapter 89

Chapter 89: 89-The Empty Threats

Verity:

I walked into the office, and he followed behind me.

He was wearing a gray suit, his shirt untucked and his hands shoved into his pants pockets.

The loose fabric billowed slightly beneath his coat as he walked.

The moment we stepped inside, he slammed the door shut.

I turned to look at him, and he immediately started to chuckle, clearly noticing that he had startled me.

"Oh, come on. I’m not gonna hurt you. I’m in a very good position. Do you think I’ll jeopardize it?" he remarked dramatically, once again shoving his hands into his pockets and hunching forward from across the room, trying to intimidate me with his body language.

"Of course you’re not," I replied, slowly running my finger along the edge of the file I was holding. "You wouldn’t want to get on the Alpha King brothers’ radar for hurting their employee."

I kept my tone neutral, very calm in fact, and that alone seemed to piss him off.

He did not look pleased.

His eyes narrowed before he chuckled again, almost as if reassuring himself while he started moving toward me.

"You know, Verity, I’m surprised to see you here," he said, stroking his chin before dragging his fingers along his jawline and back again. "Where were you all this time?"

My body immediately stiffened.

Flashback.

"Come on, don’t be shy."

He slammed his hand against the wall when I tried to leave.

I quickly adjusted my glasses on the bridge of my nose and hugged my books tighter.

"No, I don’t want to do anything. Please let me go," I pleaded, trying to get past him.

But he and his friends simply stood in my way, laughing as they watched me like I was some sort of entertainment.

"Oh, the little fatty pig got upset," Oliver mocked before suddenly reaching for my belly and pinching it. He gasped dramatically at its size. "You know, when you pinch it, it feels like you’re shoving your hand into a big fucking pillow."

I curled in on myself.

"I wonder how big the rest of her body is," one of his friends said, rubbing his palms together.

"Do you want to see?"

The moment he said that, he lunged at me, trying to pull off my sweater.

And then I remembered the one thing my brother told me every day.

Fight till you’re dead.

So I grabbed a fistful of his hair and started shaking his head.

Everybody began screaming.

I mean, we were just kids. Twelve-year-olds.

And there I was, gripping his hair and shaking his head while he screamed like a little bitch.

"Oh my Goddess, look at this fat bitch! She’s gonna eat him!" some girl yelled dramatically.

Others laughed, but his friends were screaming too, trying to pull him free from my grip.

They finally managed to drag him away, and I noticed a good amount of his hair tangled around my fingers.

He stared at me before reaching up and touching his head. I could tell he was about to cry.

"You were so fucking mean!" Oliver screamed as he stormed away with his friends.

I felt everyone’s eyes on me.

That day, I decided I couldn’t continue studying with these people.

I didn’t want to go to school anymore.

I came home and complained to my brother.

As expected, when Gigi arrived later that day to play video games with him, he confronted her about it.

"Gigi, I’m sorry, but your brother can’t come here and play games anymore," Justin said, referring to Oliver.

Gigi’s face immediately fell. She had just suggested inviting her brother over to hang out with us.

VERIFYCAPTCHA_LABELVerify